Qinghe hurriedly put back on the big boots, and then looked for the flying dragon, but he was nowhere to be seen, and he couldn't help but cry bitterly: "When people go back to ancient times, starving to death is a small matter, and losing shoes is a big thing!" It's good now, it's hard for you to see your Shujun, and it's hard for me to find my Along. ”

The Yiren have gone, and there is no choice but to be cautious, follow the technique of Tai Chi Bagua, and continue to flee.

Running all the way, he ranked in the private weapon spectrum: "It was not easy to live in ancient times, I have to continue to work hard." My little three-legged cat martial arts is only at the elementary school level at best. It's not like "Maple Cicada Number" and Zhuo Yun, which have been completed. Han Kai and Engong are mixed undergraduates, which is not a problem. As for Qishan, Hanbo, and "Flying Dragon in the Sky", I really don't have any academic qualifications, I only know that I know the enemy, and each has its own stunts: one focuses on yang schemes; a monolithic yin technique; A yin and yang all-encompassing, skills plus strength, idols plus acting skills, seems to be more invincible. ”

Before it was straightened out clearly, a yellow shadow suddenly flashed, and a person bypassed several rows of sycamores, turned around and gradually approached.

Appearing at the same table in elementary school, Qing Heden remembered the punches and kicks when he was a child, and the psychological shadow lingered. Extremely anxious, infinitely panicked, no longer dare to think nonsense, as always, cast thirty-six strategies, seeing that there is a rockery in front of him, flying in the shape of a cave to hide.

Listening attentively, the footsteps of the "Golden Cicada" gradually approached, only to frighten Qinghe's heartbeat like a drum.

Afraid of what will come, the "golden cicada" leaps quickly, runs to the rockery, and flies into the hole.

Qinghe crouched on the ground, shivering, his eyes widened, and he held his breath.

In the dark, the "Golden Cicada" drove straight in, and it was not until it was an inch away from her that it finally stopped its footsteps. But another hand reached out and touched her head.

Qinghe almost wanted to scare out the nerves. Fortunately, the cave is dark, and the "Golden Cicada" has a heavy responsibility, only caring about the stone wall above, and has no time to look down at Lori. But with a few squeaks, the secret mechanism spun open, and a floor cracked, revealing a crypt.

Qinghe finally took a breath, and gasped: "Where is this Xiangfu?" It's a devil's cave! It is a rockery with beautiful scenery, but it is also a hidden murderous machine, and it is like hell. ”

He was even more suspicious: "Could it be that Engong's uncle is locked up here?" Full of concern, piercing his courage, he stood up, tiptoed, and quietly followed up, thinking in his heart: "I just hope that the sky will open my eyes, and I can wait for the opportunity to save people." ”

With the help of the dim oil lamps on the two walls, dozens of steps down to the threshold, although the cave is dark, the space is suddenly open. As far as the eye can see, one person is sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his five hearts upward, as if he is practicing. If you look closely, your temples are white, your hair is like frost, and you are quite old.

Qinghe hid behind the "golden cicada" from afar, seeing the old man trapped, feeling compassion, and feeling inferiority even more spontaneous: "I am small and weak, I am too busy to take care of myself, how to save people?" ”

"Golden Cicada" was pretentious, stood proudly, and sneered: "Mr. Boyi, don't say good things twice, and then make the last word in your later life!" Say it or not, live or die, it's all up to you! ”

Bo Yi slowly opened his eyes: ""Golden Cicada", you deceived the old man to come to Wu, what a gentleman? Now the knife cuts off the old decayed head, what a villain? It's you before and after, talking and acting, judging and judging. The former is a man, and the latter is a beast! ”

"Golden Cicada" sneered constantly: "Mr. finally realized once, man is born of beasts, and he has animal nature." What's more, being in the company of beasts and accompanying beasts, natural bestiality often occurs. The gentleman himself is stupid, his wisdom is not as good as that of a man, his thinking is not as good as that of a beast, and he can't complain about me. ”

Bo Yi smiled slightly: "Yes, the Tatars speak beast language, speak beast language, and do beast behavior." How do people speak with them? ”

Qinghe was stunned in his heart: "Bo Yi angrily reprimanded the Northern Tartars and pointed directly at Genghis Khan. Humanity claims to be a contradictory unity, and Genghis Khan exaggerated it to the limit. He fought across China, across Europe and Asia, and established the largest country in the world, which can be called great. It's a pity that it destroyed the world and killed people like hemp, and it also affected all the Northern Tartars, and they were innocent and scolded together. ”

"Golden Cicada" was stunned when he heard this, and his face turned red: "What did Mr. say about me?" Northern Tartar beasts? Death is on the verge of death, and you still chatter? ”

Bo Yi twisted his long hair and smiled freely: ""Golden Cicada", why bother to behave? Do you think that the old man went to Soochow just for cheap beasts? The old decay still has to listen to the words of the beast, watch the behavior of the beast, distinguish the body of the beast, and dig the grave of the beast. ”

"Jin Chanzi" laughed when he heard this: "Mr. is just a carpenter, and he is delusional and changes his career against the sky? ”

Bo Yi smiled slightly: "Golden Cicada!" If you do too much injustice, you will only want to cover it up! When he was young, the old man had fought against the Tartar in blood, and he had already recognized the Northern Tartar sword skills of Er, and recognized the Northern Tartar sound of You. I tossed and turned this time, just to find out my junior brother Zhongsheng and save me from fire and water. It's just that I didn't expect that you are so vicious, worse than beasts. Now, the old decay has laid a net of heaven and earth, although there is no hatred in death, you can just sit back and enjoy it with peace of mind, and accompany me to the funeral. ”

"Golden Cicada" smiled hideously: "It's a pity, it's a pity! After tonight, I won't be here again. The Prime Minister's Mansion is the hell of Shura, and I don't need to take responsibility! In front of Lord Yama, I don't ask you for good words. When you go to the underworld, when you drink Meng Po soup, you won't talk freely. After finishing speaking, his left hand was raised, and the golden arc needle broke through the air.

Suddenly, the breeze came, the white shadow dazzled, the cold light flashed, and the poisonous needle reversed!

In an instant, the needle walls collided, the gold and stone were clanging, the sparks were everywhere, and the wind was roaring!

In the darkness, the "golden cicada" was unexpectedly different, and hurriedly flew to dodge, and in the darkness, one accidentally bumped into a protruding stone wall, and was dizzy and fell to the ground.

The white shadow was incredibly fast, like a lightning flash, like a thunderbolt, and swept by like a terrifying wind, and in the blink of an eye, he and Bo Yi both disappeared.

Qinghe didn't need to take risks, Bo Yi had already escaped, although he was extremely frightened, he was even more overjoyed: "Who is so powerful?" It's lightning fast! Could it be "Flying Dragon in the Sky"? When I think about it, my heart warms.

Seeing that the "Golden Cicada" was about to get up in a hurry, and his face was full of hideousness, Qinghe no longer had time to think about it, and cast the "Puxia Dew Flying Frost" and flew out first.

The "Golden Cicada" was furious, jumped out of the secret room, and chased after it, where could he find half a trace?

Indignant, worried, angry, and at a loss. After a long time, I still couldn't figure it out, couldn't think of an opinion, and secretly complained in my heart: "Although I have cold open trust, but I am not in the same door as him, if I tell the truth about the things of the party, I will be heavily responsible." ”

Then he thought again: "Bo Yi was originally a Gui person, but now he has suffered a big loss, so he naturally doesn't dare to haunt Dongwu anymore." What's more, after tonight, I don't know what will happen next, so why should I worry about the sky? ”

Immediately decided: "For today's plan, I have to hide from the world, and I must not tell the truth!" ”

The "Golden Cicada" turned around and came back, and the three of them were still whispering, carefully arranged.

The four of them were again democratic centralized, the resolution had been decided, each took a long sword, and quietly went out. But he didn't take the right path, sneaky, went straight to the back corner door, and the roe deer walked out.

Qinghe was not slacking off, flew away from the Prime Minister's Mansion, and went straight to the "Puxia Dance Workshop", thinking while running: "The cold desire is not good for my aunt, I need to warn in advance." ”

She was so anxious that she leaped like a fly.

As night falls, the lights come on. Thousands of streets and alleys, shops are lined up. Visitors come and go, a faction of prosperity. Running out for several miles, it is the "Puxia Dance Workshop" in front of you - a place where singers and dancers gather, romantic beauties and beauties, and gentlemen and dignitaries.

Although the winter is cold, the inside of the workshop is as warm as spring. But when I heard the singing, the piano was long, the bamboo was murmuring, and the flute was loud. But see jade cups and plates, jasper plates, jade plates and delicacies, and the taste is full of color and fragrance. But the view of the golden foot bottle, the red snail, the staggered chips, the wine is fragrant. It is really "Qin Se is blowing dreams in the palace, singing and dancing and turning over the neon clothes".

is so tireless in joy and laughter, but Qinghe seems to have become a Buddha, hearing but not hearing, and turning a blind eye.

Just hid to the wall, about to fly in, suddenly heard something strange at the corner of the street, looked at it, and was surprised: there are four people who came, and the leader is not Han Kai, which one?

It's a pity that she didn't do enough to do it, and she didn't see a white shadow flashing in the neighboring corner, and the Yiren reappeared, it was "Flying Dragon in the Sky". He hid behind a plane tree, and did not look at the infinite scenery of the "Puxia Dance Workshop", but looked at the cold and lonely opposite:

Under the moonlight, the "Pujia Porridge Workshop" is vast, more like the frost of white dew.

Look at that handsome face again, there are ripples in the dark, and there are waves inside. A point of joy, if you leave. A hint of sadness, looming.

Knowing that danger is everywhere, Qinghe is scared, like a frightened raccoon, turning over and crossing the courtyard wall; Like a down-and-out gopher, running at great speed, quietly jumping back to the "Red Sleeve Garden".

found the inner room of the main house, but there was no red sleeve.